Featured Poem 3/11 – “I Will Pronounce Your Name”
I Will Pronounce Your Name by Leopold Sedar Senghor I will pronounce your name, Naett, I will declaim you, Naett! Naett, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragrance in which...
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I Will Pronounce Your Name by Leopold Sedar Senghor I will pronounce your name, Naett, I will declaim you, Naett! Naett, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragrance in which...
Exist, Be God, Write Roland Barthes says that the Author is Dead in his essay of the same name. You may be horrified by the notion, but I promise you that it isn’t quite...
Intoxication at dusk by K Balachandran Three drunken kites, swim up competing with each other, evading the algae of cityscape, to drink the wine setting sun spills.
I can hear you even now, reader mind, declaring that a proser could never be a poet! That said forms are wildly different! That hysteria is fun! I joke, but we do all know...
If there’s one thing we can say about our fellow writers, it is that we’re readers first. Every day, members of the Young Writers’ Society are privileged to the works created by our friends...
Mokkye Market by Shin Kyŏng-Nim The sky urges me to turn into a cloud, the earth urges me to turn into a breeze, a little breeze waking weeds on the ferry landing once storm clouds...
from Dictee – Theresa Hak Kyung Cha Dead words. Dead tongue. From disuse. Buried in Time’s memory. Unemployed. Unspoken. History. Past. Let the one who is diseuse, one who is mother who waits...